Chapter 512: The Art of Reincarnation

Okalun frowned slightly, his eyes flashed with murderous intent.

"Inferior?" A trace of disgust appeared on his face, and he sneered, "Has the Tatar tribe fallen to this extent?"

The Gaosuo tribe's attitude towards inferiors is the most stringent in the entire plain. In the Gaosuo tribe, once the inferiors are found to speak, they will be thrown to death immediately, and they will not be given a chance to grow up.

The reason is also very simple. Inferior species are difficult to become blood warriors, but they are easily polluted by the God of Disaster and become evil evils.

Just like the evil king who was killed, he was just an inferior species at first. Although he was not thrown to death immediately after birth, he was also regarded as a shame of the tribe. Growing up in that environment, he was full of hatred for the war ghosts.

Therefore, after Dimos was polluted by the God of Disaster and obtained extraordinary power, he immediately took revenge on his tribe and killed almost all the tribesmen in that tribe, including some inferior species with the same situation as himself.

"Get out of here! Inferior."

A trace of ferocity appeared on Okaren's face, and he stretched out his palm with blood and energy, grabbing Enzo's head.

"The shame of the War Ghost Clan should not appear in this world at all!"

Enzo was expressionless.

He didn't want to waste time with Okaren, so he thought in his heart, and the shadow turned into a misty ghost-like shadow assassin, and appeared directly behind Okaren.

Swish!

The shadow assassin waved the dagger from behind Okaren, and a blood line suddenly appeared on his neck, and then blood gushed out.

"Uh..."

Okaren's face changed, and the sound squeezed out of his throat. He couldn't help but reach out to touch his neck, but the wound became bigger and bigger, and finally it was difficult to suppress.

Bang!

Blood gushed out of his throat, and Okaren's body fell to the ground, and the light in his eyes gradually disappeared. As a second-level life form, the furious warrior died without even showing any strength.

"Lord Okalen!"

"Leader?"

The exclamations of the Gossos blood warriors came from behind. Several red-striped warriors roared, and then burst out with blood power at the same time, jumped down from the ruins of the rock city, and ran towards Enzo.

However, before they could get close.

Within a range of ten meters, the shadows spread like a tide, and then, one shadow after another, entangled the blood warriors of the Gossos tribe, binding them in place like a black python.

"Evil... evil!!"

In the surroundings, except for the Tatar tribe, some other small tribes exclaimed and retreated involuntarily.

With the Tatar tribe as the center, an empty area appeared. The strange means of controlling shadows obviously represented the identity of the evil.

Enzo waved his hand on the spot.

He untied the restraints on the blood warriors of the Gossos tribe, without causing too much killing, and glanced indifferently at the front.

The blood warriors of the Gaosuo tribe took a few steps back. After seeing Enzo's methods, even the blood warriors who were not afraid of death did not dare to act rashly.

"Let's go."

Then, Enzo spoke in a calm voice, and then turned around and prepared to leave the Gaosuo tribe. Drogo hesitated, gritted his teeth and followed with the tribesmen.

Around, other tribes made way.

The behavior of the Tatar tribe has confirmed the fact that it is colluding with the evil, but because of Enzo's existence, the blood warriors of other tribes did not dare to act rashly.

In this way, the Tatar tribe left.

It was not until the figures of Enzo and others disappeared in the depths of the plain that the Gaosuo tribe breathed a sigh of relief. The red-striped warriors looked at each other in silence, and finally an older red-striped warrior stood up.

"Let's collect Okaren's body first."

The old red-striped warrior had wrinkles all over his face, a dark chest bare, a string of animal bone beads hanging around his neck, and a thoughtful luster flashing in his turbid eyes.

Lamam, the oldest person in the Gaosuo tribe!

He is over a hundred years old. Even as a red-striped warrior, he has lost his ability to fight. His blood and qi are declining, and he is even worse than ordinary blood warriors. However, he still has his own prestige in the Gaosuo tribe.

Several red-striped warriors stepped forward and lifted Okaren's body.

"What should we do? Grandpa Lamam?"

Next to him, a young red-striped warrior hesitated and asked. Everything that happened today was like a catastrophe for the Gaosuo tribe, and the fall of Chief Okaren was even more shocking.

At the original place, Lamam's turbid eyes flashed.

After a while, he took a deep breath and said in a deep voice: "First, maintain the order of the tribe and stabilize the emotions of the tribe members."

"As for the future, prepare a sacrifice!"

The surrounding Gaosuo people were shocked. For the War Ghost Tribe, the object of sacrifice is naturally the God of Blood Killing. Under normal circumstances, the War Ghost Tribe will only hold sacrifices during the harvest season.

The Gaosuo people fell into silence.

It is unprecedented in the history of the Gaosuo tribe to sacrifice to the God of Blood Killing in the Black Fog Season. When the power of the God of Blood Killing is weak, it will inevitably cost more to get the response of the God.

The blood battle sacrifice is indispensable.

This means that the Gaosuo tribe will lose some blood warriors again, and even...higher-level red-striped warriors!

"Go down and prepare!"

After a while, Lamam sighed and said, "This can't be helped. The world has changed dramatically. If the Gosho tribe wants to be protected in this disaster, they can only seek the guidance of the great blood-slaying god!"

...

At the same time, the Tatar tribe.

Under the leadership of Enzo, the Tatar tribe returned to the tribe. At this time, the black fog season has not ended on the plain, but the fog that symbolizes the power of the god of disaster has completely disappeared.

"What happened?"

Back in the Tatar tribe, Drogo couldn't help asking for the second time. Enzo hesitated and was about to think about how to reply, but at this moment, his face suddenly changed.

"Enzo! What's wrong with you?!"

Drogo exclaimed and couldn't help but take a step back. He looked at Enzo, but saw a hideous and twisted tentacles on his chest, as if they were about to tear the flesh and break out of the body.

In place, Enzo gritted his teeth.

All the magic power in the body was activated. Enzo took out several magic potions in succession. The tentacles on his chest seemed to be stimulated and twisted wildly, but soon calmed down.

"I need to rest for a while."

After a while, Enzo spoke lightly and ordered to leave directly. Drogo hesitated, nodded and left the stone house.

"The God of Disaster..."

Enzo muttered to himself on the spot, with a gleam in his eyes. After using the Disaster Raven Zoffy to devour the power of the God of Disaster, this method is also equivalent to a special seal.

However, this seal is not strong!

After all, the God of Disaster is a fourth-order life form. Both Enzo and the Disaster Raven Zoffy are still at the level of third-order life forms. Even if the God of Disaster is forcibly sealed in the body, it is difficult to completely suppress it.

Just like the previous riots.

The God of Disaster is unwilling to be sealed and intends to break through the body of the Disaster Raven at any time. Enzo must continue to release magic to strengthen the seal.

"This is not a solution."

Enzo shook his head and took a deep breath. The Crow of Disaster was sealed in his body, like a time bomb that could explode at any time, bringing great hidden dangers to himself.

"Chip, can you use magic to eliminate the influence of the God of Disaster bit by bit, so that he can completely become a part of the Crow of Disaster?" Enzo asked.

After the Crow of Disaster devoured the God of Disaster, strictly speaking, the two had merged into one, but because the God of Disaster's life level was stronger, even if he was the passive devourer, he could seize the dominant position at any time.

If that happened, the Crow of Disaster would disappear completely, and Zoffy's will would be suppressed and become a part of the God of Disaster.

"Data simulation..."

"Completed calculation, the main body can completely digest the power of the God of Disaster by suppressing it with magic, and the time required is about 217 years or more!"

The voice of the chip came from his mind.

Enzo's eyes were bright, but as the time behind appeared, he frowned and the luster in his eyes disappeared.

"If I use magic power to assist Zoffy in absorbing the power of the God of Disaster, it will take two hundred years?" Enzo frowned.

Then he shook his head.

"Too long, I don't have that much time."

For Enzo, it is too difficult to digest the power of the fourth-level gods with a third-level wizard. He can only consume magic power little by little, which takes two hundred years.

This is obviously unrealistic for Enzo.

First, in Enzo's current state, if he wants to be promoted to a fourth-level wizard, he must conquer the War Ghost World. Although the blood-killing god Sayenu was defeated, he did not fall and may appear again at any time. Enzo simply does not have time to digest the God of Disaster little by little.

Second, in the process of digesting the God of Disaster through magic power, accidents may occur at any time. A slight mistake may cause the God of Disaster to break the seal, thus posing a threat to Enzo.

"I can only consider other ways."

Enzo shook his head, while consuming magic power to suppress the God of Disaster, he tried to communicate with the Raven of Disaster.

Suddenly, Enzo's heart moved.

As if a flash of lightning flashed through his mind, a bold idea appeared. Enzo's eyes flickered constantly, and his thoughts changed.

"If that's the case, maybe it's a way."

Enzo murmured to himself, whispering.

"However, this method takes too much risk."

"But even if we don't do this..."

On the spot, Enzo's face was extremely twisted, and the plan in his heart was difficult to choose. Reason told him that he should implement the plan, but he was emotionally entangled.

Finally, Enzo took a deep breath.

Perhaps as a wizard, reason defeated emotion, or perhaps there were not many choices in the current situation, Enzo's eyes gradually became firm.

"Chip, search for information about [Soul Seal] and [Reincarnation]!"

Enzo ordered in his heart.

The two kinds of witchcraft he searched for were not simple spells, but some knowledge of designing souls and reincarnation, which belonged to experimental theories that only high-level wizards could touch.

After a moment, the chip search was completed.

In front of Enzo, a large amount of data and information, as well as some experimental cases, appeared. His eyes flickered slightly, and his thoughts changed.

"Zoffy, what do you think?"

Enzo murmured to himself, using his mental power to communicate with the Raven of Disaster in his body. After receiving the other party's approval, he made a decision in his heart.

…

Multiverse, forest world.

On the plain lined with tombstones, there are traces of witchcraft everywhere, and the burning flames make a crackling sound, reflecting the red surroundings.

Boom!

In the distance, there was a distant sound. On the ground, a hundred-meter-tall Titan bone giant collapsed. The core energy furnace in his chest shattered, causing every bone to shatter.

In mid-air, Mitchell stood in the air.

Behind his back, a pair of wings of light trembled, and golden runes flashed on his forehead. At this moment, Mitchell looked like a battle angel, holding a silver wand in his left hand and a spear in his right hand.

On the earth, the Titan bone giant has fallen.

On the ruins where broken bones gathered, the Infernal Bone Dragon let out a low roar. Half of its bone wings were shattered by the sorcery bombardment, and it lost the ability to fly.

"It's almost over."

Next to Mitchell, Gustav sat cross-legged, with a miniature version of the Cloud Demonic Mist underneath him, his fat body exuding a hint of cuteness.

"Yeah, it's almost over."

Mitchell shrugged, with a lazy smile on his face. After an hour of fighting, the Titan Bone Giant had been completely destroyed, and the Purgatory Bone Dragon was also severely damaged.

On the other side, the battle is coming to an end.

On the rugged earth, the scorching flames formed a sealing spell, and Crosnuo, who was transformed into a lich, was trapped in it and could not escape.

Not far away, Christina’s red hair was flying.

With a wanton smile on her face and a lust for revenge in her eyes, the witch waved her wand and threw fireballs, hitting the lich Crosno in the flame seal.

"Damn crazy woman!"

Krosno let out a low roar, and swung the giant sword burning with blue flames forward fiercely. The coldness froze the incoming fireball, but at the next moment, his feet were caught by palms.

"Illusion! Everything is an illusion!"

Crosnuo roared in his heart, but his feet turned into a swamp, and his body sank uncontrollably.

All around, clumps of clay rose.

Like thick liquid foam, heads appeared in the swamp, and the faces of each head seemed familiar to Crosno.

"Betrayer! Die!"

"Krosno! You trash!"

"Why do you want to kill me?"

The heads that appeared in the swamp were all dead Skeleton Castle wizards. With extremely resentful expressions on their faces, they questioned Crosno.